I am Kuntu Kinte.
Why can't I quit you?
Early ,'Objects In Space'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I am Kuntu Kinte.
Why can't I quit you?
Why does it feel like everything's broken?
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.
Well, what's wrong with that? I'd like to know.
NO. Don't go again.
Don't say it's over...
I guess I'll pack all my things
I guess I'll see you around
It's all, been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door
All I can hear is the sound
The hills are alive with the sound of music.
Wear dark glasses like the cops in Texas.
To every season, turn, turn, turn.